Hey y'all! So, I was struck with awesome inspiration... and it ended like this. So. This fic was on a whim, really, I'm just going to post this first chapter and then YOU (the reader) can tell me what you think. I want to see those reviews!
"By Royal Equestrian law, the accused, Michael the human, has been found guilty of treason, arson, and murder."
*BANG!* (AN: in case you didn't get that, that was the gavel.)
"It was an accident, really! I swear! I never meant to hurt anyone!"
"Silence, creature!"
"...please believe me."
"His sentence: to be led onto death row and be hung, unsupported, by the neck."
"An accident..."
These were the last words heard uttered by the human for 3 years before he was dragged away, bound and gagged, into the depths of the Castle Dungeons.
-3 Months Earlier-
*BEEP BEEP BEE-*
"Go away, alarm! No one likes you!" I said.
Yeah. I don't like my alarm. Problem?
Anyway, my name is Michael. My friends, if told to describe me with one word, would say annoying, funny, or call me That Guy depending on their mood. I have dark brown hair that tuns black when it gets wet, hazel eyes, and I'm just about 5' 5". I have glasses, and I'm tan (still white - though I have nothing against black people. I mean, seriously, it's just skin color! Like, WTF dude!). I'm also in High School, and I ride my bike to school (sometimes). Which is why I have to get up at 6:00 in the morning.
Ugh.
And it's monday. Double ugh.
-After School-
"See you, Tristan!" I yelled as I pulled away from the school on my bike.
It was a sunny afternoon, With a few clouds lazily floating by on a soft breeze that carried through the woods in between my house and the school. A multitude of things could be found in the forest; from big, tall evergreens to small, stunted pines, from bears to rabbits; and-
And apparently strange glowing circles in the middle of the path.
What?
I got off my bike (a sweet roadbike - 16 speed, carbon fiber, high pressure tires - in great condition) and lowered it onto the bike path beneath my feet. I then approached what now seemed to be a circular window in the road, looking at a green hill. It seemed harmless enough, so I reached down and poked the semitransparent film the stretched across it (cause that's the smartest thing I could've done). It clung to my fingers, not unlike plastic wrap. So I turned around and started walking back to my bike.
What, were you expecting something else?
Then my bike flew past me and tore the film.
...like it sucking in random stuff around it OHDEARGODSAVEME-
-30 Minutes Later-
I woke up on soft, lush... grass.
Yep. Grass.
I checked.
I looked, I felt, I smelled, I tasted.
It was, in fact, the same hill I saw through the window in the road. Figures.
So I stood up.
"Wooah!" I said. I had almost fallen down the Great Green Hill. I discovered that I no longer had the same center of balance; because...
Well, because I had wings.
XxXxX
I'm good at this (I think)! I want to write more! But, as the reader, YOU MUST REVIEW! There is a review box there for a reason!
I know this was a relatively short chapter, but its more of a sample of what's to come. See y'all later!